Going down with the ship, OR, Sinking till the end of the year.

Bad dreams follow on Sunday’s affairs, i barely slept but tossed and turned. I dreamt I was on a large luxury cruiser called the “Titanic” in the middle of the ocean. Needless to say I felt edgy and trapped. And then I had a don rag. Two tutors were presiding over it- one the quieter and new seminar tutor from my freshman year and the other the lab tutor I assist in freshman lab who I have never actually had as my tutor. So they sat down and before giving their reports said they had asked in people from my core group. Not having any core group because of my lab assistant schedule in came 4 people that I have one class with each. They seemed entirely fed up and blasé. The tutors handed one of them an evaluation sheet to check off about my performance and asked him what the worst part was. This usually very nice and incredibly quiet gent explained in his quiet voice now hinted with sarcasm that despite having never ever seen one of my papers, ‘Her writing sucks and could use much improvement.’ He then went on to insult my haircut, that I should get a new one if I wished to maintain my ‘tough butch' attitude. At this the tutors both nodded in their own very agreeable ways and I was utterly paralyzed in insulted disbelief. Well at least I woke up before the ship sunk. I really have to write my music paper...

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